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"What do you mean, doctor?" Clark asked Mr. Smith, hearing Jack's remark, to come near Jack.

"Well, this thing is perfect for big wars like World Wars; it will cost less and give you a powerful soldier. It's for mass," Jack summarized the whole serum.

"But it's not completed. It's almost as if they didn't have such components to complete the serum," Jack said as he was tweaking with the notes and its formula.

"So, are you saying we could sell this to the American Army and earn a hefty amount of money?" Mr. Smith gulped just thinking about it, making his head spin.

"Y...yeah, or we could just make it better for ourselves," Jack said as he pulled out a pen and a paper and wrote something and gave it to Mr. Smith.

"Bring these items for me tomorrow," Jack said with a smile. Although the serum was relatively easy to make, it required a significant amount of electricity to produce. Moreover, if Jack didn't prepare it properly, the side effects could be severe.

"Yes, Doctor," Mr. Smith said as if Jack was telling the truth; the serum could be sold directly to the Army, which would be great news.

"Then we'll meet tomorrow; I guess my job here is done." Jack said he didn't find anything special about this lab; the only thing that was interesting about this place was its serum, which he almost dissected and got almost nothing.

"Doctor, what about the experiment?" Clark asked, as he was eager to get stronger because of the biker who attacked earlier today; the world felt like a dangerous place.

"Tomorrow, let me think about what to do with you," Jack said with a smile on his face, then left for the villa. He was really considering what to do with Clark.

"Man of metal?" Jack murmured while brainstorming with his super brain and walked up the stairs.

He even ignored Amelia, who was sitting beside the stairs; she wanted to say something, but as an introvert, she didn't get the courage to say anything.

Jack, reaching his room, sat down and typed many things on his phone as he didn't have a laptop available here.

The recipe he was writing was a thousand times stronger than the recipe of the German scientists in that lab; he wanted to give Clark metal-like power to control the metal with telekinesis.

"This thing is not that powerful; let's make the component again." As a super brains owner, Jack can calculate the value of components mixed together and can reject them in his mind.

"Ummm, got it," Jack said after thinking about it much more, magnifying the sun's energy and using it on Clark as his primary energy source, then giving him an ultra-radiation protection injection, which medicine he has already created because he'll tweak with nuclear on his island, and an anti-radiation vaccine is all his workers need the most.

Jack, after thinking about it, fell asleep as he doesn't want to overwork himself; trying to push the super brain's limit is foolishness, as the super brain gets sluggish after a while because of his low level.

The next day after he woke up, he looked at the clock, and it was 8 in the morning. The first thing Jack did was check on the Random System shop.

[Random System Shop: Cheytac M200 Intervention = 1000€ | 23.57.21]

Jack, seeing it's something he doesn't know, purchased it as it's only 1K€.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A card appeared as usual, but there was a suitcase in it. Jack summoned the suitcase in an instant.

A huge suitcase came in; it was black in color and looked long for a suitcase.

Jack opened the suitcase and was instantly awestruck. Inside lay a massive rifle, its sleek black finish exuding a sense of power and precision. What caught his attention even more was the engraving on the stock—his name, etched elegantly, making the weapon uniquely his.

Jack pulled up the rifle; it was heavy—not that much, but much heavier than expected.

Then he saw the scope on the suitcase, which was unattached; he pulled it up in his hand and saw 'Nightforce ATACR 7-35x56 F1' engraved on it.

Jack installed the whole rifle; there were no bullets apparently, and he didn't need one.

Then he looked through the scope at the town; he could clearly see everything; the scope was too powerful.

Then he suddenly saw a huge wild boar at the outskirts of the town; Jack wanted to take the shot, but he remembered there was glass between them.

Jack then went to a position where he could open the window, and, opening the window, he placed the gun and looked through his scope.

The boar was still there; it was slowly and lazily moving around near the jungle.

Jack smiled, then locked the target. The gun came in with heavy sensors; it can tell you the Earth's rotation and many movements, as it can shoot almost 3K meters.

*BANG*

Jack pulled the trigger, and the bullet went with supersonic speed while tearing the wind apart.

In less than a second the boar's head was no more, even though the boar was about eight hundred meters from Jack's position.

Boar's head burst like a watermelon; Jack didn't feel that much recoil with his strength.

Mr. Smith almost ran inside Jack's room; even though the rifle was attached with a silencer, the sound of Super Sonic was something else.

Mr. Smith, seeing the huge gun in Jack's hand, felt his head turning as this boy was causing mayhem with a small gun. Who the fuck gave him this rifle?

" W...why?" Mr. Smith didn't even know what to say; the boy was smiling like the answer would be, 'It was fun.'.

"This thing is very cool," Jack said while looking at Mr. Smith smilingly.

"What did you kill? Don't tell me children. Mr. Smith was guessing the worst scenarios.

"N...no, what do you take me for?" Jack asked as he looked bewildered.